In our house, it is certainly the Den Mother who carries the Primal Torch. You know, the flame of all things inspirational for our family’s healthier life? The raison d’être.
Apparently, I am the only one interested in the Primal Torch at all. After today, I expect the occasional resentful eye roll in my direction as I try to balance said torch above my head. But I’m betting nobody is going to catch it if it falls.
For the first time in a year, after months of nose-wiping and late nights with coughing kids, I have a head cold. Head pounding and eyes watering, I smiled weakly and made a list when Den Dad offered to get groceries for the coming week. He even took all three girls with him. My hero!
So, I face the work week with everything essential in my fridge. But there were a few things that came home from the grocery store this morning that were not on the list…







